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oosleepyfaeoo · 1 month

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A Kiss Is All I Need

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two

Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.

Warnings: Nothing much yet, just little fluff.

Words: 1,167

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Aemond took a deep breath as he stood in front of your bakery. ‘The Faun Cottage’ was the name of your store. The display window was decorated with beautiful green leaves and antique books which served to hold cakes and baskets of bread.

He was dressed in a light white shirt with a leather jacket, black jeans, and super comfortable Doctor Martens, which he wears almost every day. His long hair was tied in a low ponytail.

Looking down at the watch on his wrists, he saw it was 2 pm already. “Here goes nothing,” he murmurs as he walks into the bakery. “You better be right, Aegon.”

The scent of fresh bread and coffee along with a sweet herbal smell hit his nose like a train. Inside the shop, it was warm and cozy. Green vines are climbing the walls into the ceiling and some ancient runes are painted on the stone walls which looks like a mix of cottage core with Celtic/Viking vibe. A faint medieval music played in the background. It looks like something from an ancient era.

There are some people seated eating their food, others reading or working while drinking their tea or coffee.

“Mommy! Mommy! My Prince is here!” Emily’s voice echoed through the shop, grabbing his attention. This time she was dressed in a simple brown dress with some hand-painted runes on it. Her black hair was braided, and two small antlers rested on her head.

Aemond smiles down at her and kneels to shake her tiny hand. “Hello, Emily.” He greets her gently. “And what do you suppose to be today?”

She gives him a little twirl and grins. “I’m a druid! I talk to animals and cure people's booboos with my magic!” The girl grabs his hand and pulls him towards the door behind the counter, saying a quick hello to the guy who was attending to a client.

Aemond chuckles and lets the girl guide him. “Hmm, I see.”

Emily opens the door and leads him inside. It was an office by the looks and by the desk full of papers and a laptop, stood a very stressed woman.

“Mommy! Look who’s here!” Emily chirps happily.

You looked up from your papers and gave him a tired smile. “Aemond... I’m happy to see you. Please take a seat.” You try to make your office table more presentable, putting all the paperwork in cases. “Sorry for the mess. It’s been a busy day. Maria needed the day off so I took over her work and... it didn’t go well.”

Aemond sat on the wooden chair in front of you while Emily went to the corner to play with her plush animals. “It’s no problem... Here’s my papers, all the training I did.” He gives you the case. “By the way, you have a lovely bakery. Very creative.”

The grin you gave him made Aemond’s heart almost burst out of his chest. Your eyes brightened at his compliment and how the dimples on your cheeks made you look so cute and innocent.

“Thank you! It was a lot of work to make it the way I imagined but it was worth it.” You say taking a seat on your chair. “So, shall we start with the interview?”

Aemond nods.

“Okay! So, your brother said you had experience with children. Your nephews, right?” Aemond nods again.

“Yes, my sister's children. Twins, a girl, Jaehaera, and a boy, Jaehaerys, of 8 years old, and toddler of 2 years old, Maelor.” Aemond smiled gently at the thought of his nephews.

You took notice of his gentleness as he talked about his nephews, which made you feel more relaxed with the idea of him taking care of Emily.

“They all have beautiful names.” You speak. “I’m not going to lie but it seems you are perfect for Emily. You have basic first aid training and CPR certifications.” You look down and read his papers. “Also, it seems Emily is already attached to you.”

You nod towards your daughter, who has her gaze fixed on Aemond while she plays. Aemond grinned at her which made the girl giggle and run towards him, showing him her favorite plush animal.

You pull up the documents for him to sign and put them in front of him. “It seems you got the job! You can read the agreement and then sign down here.” You smile. “I drive her to her school every morning. So, 3 pm you can go pick her up and she is all yours until 7 pm when I get home.”

Aemond nods and signs the paper. Opening the drawer beside you, you take a small notebook along with a key.

“Here.” You give him the book and key. “In here you will find all her allergies, her school, and our apartment address. That’s the key to our home.”

Aemond takes the book and the key from you, his pale fingers brushing gently against yours. “Thank you, Y/n.”

The way your name rolled through his tongue made your loins curl in a familiar feeling. You cough and look down to your laptop, a faint blush adorns your cheeks. Get a grip, Y/n!

There’s a small pregnant silence between you too. Aemond admires the way your face flushes so easily. Even tired, you look beautiful.

“Huh... Well! Ready for your first day?” You stand up and smile, trying to end the awkward silence.

Aemond also stood up, looking down at a very excited Emily. “Ready as I can be.” He gently grabs the girl's hand while putting her backpack on his shoulder and walks out of the office with you following close behind.

You kneel and give a big kiss on your daughter's cheek, making her giggle excitedly. “Have fun and behave.”

“Yes, mommy.” She grins and kisses your nose.

As you stand up, Aemond quickly pulls his wallet out and takes his business card. “I completely forgot to you give my card.” He says with an apologetic gaze. “My phone number is there in case you need something.”

You nod and take his business card. Emily pulls Aemond’s hand and jumps up and down. “Can I have an ice cream on our way home? Pretty please?”

Aemond looks in panic at you to which you laugh. “Yes, but only this time. Alright?”

“Yippe!” Your daughter squeals happily and pulls Aemond’s hand again. “C’mon! C’mon! Let’s go!” Aemond chuckles and lets the girl guide him while waving a small goodbye at you.

You waved back and watched them turn around the block, disappearing out of sight. You feel tears stinging in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of your daughter's absence drives you to panic.

“Deep breath, Y/n.” You whisper to yourself. “She’s going to be okay.”

Taking a deep breath, you look down at the business card in your hand. Your eyes widen as you see a familiar red logo. A three-headed dragon.

“Wait! He’s THE Aemond Targaryen??!!”

I hope you guys like this chapter!! Feel free to like, comment or reblog!

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burrowingregg · 2 months

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Classic hodgson tbh

#the terror #george hodgson #also if ur modern au hodge isn’t lactose intolerant and some kind of gastrointestinal condition hes not real

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landoom · 2 months

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So today I did a little something for the fic I finished writing yesterday...

More to come when I'll post the fic when it's beta read and edited 😉

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 rpf fic #f1 rpf #formula 1 fic #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #logan sargeant #george russell #logan/george #george/logan #modern royalty au #my writing

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forgedroyalseal · 4 months

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Introducing: Ranger’s Apprentice Social Media AU season 2

Pt 1

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #horace altman #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #alyss mainwaring #jenny dalby #george carter #princess cassandra #social media au #social media #ranger’s apprentice modern au #ranger’s apprentice social media

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megsironthrone · 3 months

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Never Fake-Date Your Savior

Based on this request: : glad you’re back!!! i hope you and your hubby get to finish HotD soon! 👀👀 a while ago you wrote a sandor x reader drabble where he’s in the mafia/gang and protecting reader from the boltons by holding their hand? i was wondering if you’d be interested in doing a continuation where they’ve kept up fake dating to keep reader safe but on one of their dates, they both highkey admit they’ve grown to genuinely like the other? 👉👈 if not that’s totally ok, you can ignore this!!! 💌 hope you have a great day

Here you are lovelies!! This is the fic that the 1st place winner of Game of Characters chose to be posted next! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

This fic is a continuation of a drabble I wrote for my 2200 follower celebration

Warnings: Mentions of mob violence? Modern/Mob AU. Fake Dating Trope. Angsty-ish. Fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x reader

How did this happen? That was the question you’d been asking yourself for the last several weeks. Ever since you figured out who the man who’d saved you from Roose Bolton’s men was. You’d managed to trade one mob family for another. However, Sandor Clegane was nothing like Roose Bolton or his son. He had saved you the night you met him and had even given you his number so you could contact him as often as you felt unsafe.

You told him exactly how you’d gotten on the Bolton’s radar and he called you stupid. It wasn’t said to hurt you, but rather to stress just how poor your decision making in your dealings with the Boltons was. You realized that when the Bolton’s men would not leave you alone. It got to the point where you were calling or texting Sandor every other day. It was getting tiresome, but luckily for you, Sandor came up with a brilliant idea.

“What?” you asked in disbelief as you stared at the scarred man. “As often as I see you, we might as well.” You merely stared at him as your brain processed his words. “Let me get this straight,” you managed to say after a few minutes, “You want to fake-date me and make it obvious until Roose and his cronies finally decide to leave me alone?” He nodded.

“Look, they leave you alone whenever I’m with you. We might as well make sure that’s as often as possible without you having to pull me from work. And I don’t have to listen to your whinging every time you see them.” You glared at him. “I don’t whinge,” you muttered, but he heard you anyway and arched his brow. With a loud sigh, you said, “Fine. I know it’s the best idea we’ve got. So, let’s do it. What could possibly go wrong?”

*time skip*

Feelings. That’s what could go wrong. You developed feelings for Sandor faster than you ever thought possible. Spending so much time with him, day in and day out lead to you falling head over heels in love with him. And you were doomed. Sandor was not a man who expressed feelings easily and he certainly had a very bleak outlook on love. There was no way he would ever, ever return your feelings.

You hid your growing adoration as best as you could. You stopped seeing him as often, which didn’t help the whole Bolton situation. You kept conversations shorter unless you were out in public together. Anything you could do to avoid confronting your feelings, you tried. Eventually, however, you couldn’t any longer.

One evening, you and Sandor planned a dinner “date” and for some reason it made you even more nervous than usual. You couldn’t help feeling like something was going to happen. Good or bad, you didn’t know. Just something. You just knew that your life was about to change again.

Dinner was a soft-spoken affair. That was typical. Sandor didn’t talk much and when he did, it was either quiet enough so only you could hear or loud enough the entire restaurant could hear. No in between. After dinner, you were still feeling a bit antsy, so you asked Sandor to walk with you through a nearby park. He agreed, but was even more quiet than usual.

“What’s up?” you asked when you were finally away from a crowd of people. Sandor didn’t reply so you stopped walking and looked up at him. “Sandor…” He met your gaze and those deep brown eyes nearly had you drowning in them. “Are you okay?” He nodded, but you didn’t believe him and asked again. “Sandor, I know something’s bothering you. What is-”

“You.” You blinked and your jaw dropped open in surprise. “Oh,” was all you managed as you felt your heart twist in your chest. “I see,” you croaked out, willing the tears not to come. You would not let that man see you cry over him.

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?” he asked, almost too quietly for you to hear, “You’re always there. I can’t take it anymore. WHY? Why do I always see you staring at me with those (e/c) of yours? You don’t look at me like everyone else does. Like I’m dangerous, which I am. My entire family is. You look at me like…like I mean something. ”

At that, you felt the tears you wanted to stay away come to your eyes. “Sandor, you do mean something. You mean so much. I-I think I might…” you trailed off, unable to put your feelings into words. Instead, you stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his unscarred cheek. You gently guided him down so you could meet his lips, kissing him softly.

When you pulled away, Sandor was gazing down at you in surprise. He clearly had not been expecting that. While the two of you had shared small pecks, mostly on the cheek, to sell the idea that you were together, you’d never kissed on the lips before that moment. You gave him a soft smile.

Then, as suddenly as your happy moment came, it ended. Sandor glanced up and a frown made its way to his lips. “Oh,” was all he said before backing away and heading in the opposite direction. You took off after him, confused until you looked over your shoulder. Bolton’s men.

“Sandor,” you panted, “Wait!” He stopped and whirled on you, fire blazing in his dark eyes. He was furious. “What was that about?” you managed to ask. He gave you a look that said, “Are you kidding me?”

“I knew we were pretending, but that was lower than I ever thought you capable of,” he growled. Your brows knit together in confusion. “What?”

“Kissing me like that just because Bolton’s men saw us again. I know I’m no prize, but you didn’t have to…to-” he trailed off as you realized that he wasn’t angry. He was hurt thinking that you only kissed him because you were pretending. You had to remind yourself that the man standing before you hadn’t been shown real love in his entire adult life. “Sandor, I didn’t even know they were there. Honestly. I kissed you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

Sandor was silent, hanging on your every word. You continued, “When we started this, I was just grateful to be protected. But then I got to know you and spend time with you. I don’t know when or even how it happened, but I fell and I fell hard. I love you, Sandor and nothing else matters. Not what people think, not the dangers from any other “families”, not the Boltons, not even your brother. The only thing that matters at this moment is whether or not you love me too.” You answer came in the form of the giant man pulling you to him and kissing you breathlessly.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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kitschqueer · 7 months

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Lieutentycule ice cream date uwu + details bc twt/tumblr always nukes the quality of my big pieces

#kitschqueer #amc the terror #the terror #edward little #john irving #george henry hodgeson #modern au #the terror fanart #fanart

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johnlennonyaoi · 7 months

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do you guys like them. chronically online Beatles

#hi tumblr i’m once again new here #modern day au #my art #beatles art #beatles fanart #the beatles #the beatles art #the beatles fandom #john lennon #george harrison #ringo starr #paul mccartney

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hannahhook7744 · 14 days

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Merlin Memes part 5;

(Meme 1).

(Meme 2).

(Meme 3).

(Meme 4).

(Meme 5).

#modern merlin #merlin reincarnation #arthur has risen #immortal leon au #sir leon of camelot #sir gwaine of camelot #knights of the round table #knights of camelot #prince william of ealdor #merlin bbc #merlin bbc au #bbc merlin #merlin memes #tristian and isolde #princess elena #george the servant #assassian george

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blood-mocha-latte · 4 months

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happy post-birthday to the darling lenora @mutantmanifesto!!! i'm late, because of Course i am, but enjoy!! full confession, this is a spin-off of another wip universe, but it is very much Silliness and lots of luz :)))

George is late, because he overslept, because of course he did, because he always inherently knows the worst times of the year to be late.

It’s space day.

“Fuck,” He mutters to his closet, then again to his dresser. All of the drawers are open, and the closet’s door is awry. Giving up on finding it by himself, he pokes his head out of his bedroom door to shout at his roommate. “Joe!” He yells, and when he hears Toye faintly grunt from the living room, he swears again. “Hey, Joe, have you seen my Galileo costume?”

Even though he can barely hear it, Toye’s sigh seems long-suffering.

“Why the hell would I know where your Galileo costume is?” He shouts back, and George throws his hands up in the air, dropping down to his knees to look under his bed again.

“I kind of need it!” He yells. It’s not under the bed. “It’s space day!”

He has half a mind to go root through Joe’s room, but decides he likes life more than Galileo. He still considers it, though.

When he finally emerges from under the bed Toye’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, looking entirely unimpressed. Noticing that he’s very steadfastly not helping, George rolls his hand over in a hurry up gesture.

“C’mon, I still gotta glue on the beard, too.” He says, impatient. Then, after a moment, “Son of a bitch, I bet you dollars to donuts Babe has it. Christ, what kind of man steals another man’s Galileo costume? I bet he has my beard glue, too—”

George interrupts himself, too busy trying to excavate his phone from his back pocket. It takes him under a minute to call Heffron, and Joe just stays in his doorway, watching him, impassive.

The moment the receiver clicks George starts talking. “Do you have my Galileo costume?” He demands, and Babe’s silent for exactly half a second.

“Well, yeah.” He says, like it’s obvious, and George shoves his phone between his ear and shoulder so he can make a throttling gesture. Joe raises an eyebrow. “It’s second-grade space day.”

George throws his hands up in the air. “It’s space day for the fifth graders, too!” He exclaims. Babe huffs.

“Yeah, well, too bad, first dibs—”

“First — what? It’s my costume! I’m the one who bought it!”

“Well, have you ever heard that sharing is caring? That’s a very important thing—”

“Babe, I am going to set you on fire—”

Babe hangs up on him.

George lets his hands drop to his sides and throws his phone onto his bed.

“I’m guessing Babe has it, then.” Joe says, deadpan. George sighs. He’ll probably just have to go with Carl Sagan. Like a schmuck.

“Two favors.” He says, which Joe technically can’t deny him, because George faked pneumonia last week so he didn’t have to go to a career party on a ‘roomate technicality’. “Can I borrow a turtleneck? And can you drive me to work?”

Joe ducks out of his doorway and back into the hall. “I’ll grab my keys.” He says over his shoulder, which George takes as permission to go look through his closet.

It’s not that George can’t drive, it’s that the state of Pennsylvania doesn’t think he can drive.

“I’m just saying, this is why people don’t brake for birds.” Joe tells him, when they’re on the freeway.

George, who’s scrolling through his phone at top speed looking for the best Carl Sagan jokes he can find (because he can’t use the Galileo ones now, can he?) just huffs.

“It looked like it had a broken wing.” He says, as he’s said a million times before. “And I didn’t want to kill it and get all its gross bird guts all over the place. It was the best option.”

“Sure.” Joe says, “but I’m not liable to believe you.” He flicks on the turn signal. George sighs. He’d complain more, but he can’t, because, well. Joe’s the only one who will take him to work.

“Hey, Joe.” He says after a minute, when they’re turning off the freeway. Joe just hums, which George takes as encouragement. “We’re made of stars and shit, you know what I’m Sagan?”

Joe is deathly silent, which isn’t promising. “You know you can say that to a room full of ten-year-olds, right?” He says after a moment. George just slumps further down in the passenger seat.

“I’ll change shit to stuff.” He says petulantly. Then, after a moment, “You should kill Babe for me.”

Joe doesn’t bother replying.

Perconte flashes him a look when he pushes through the doors of the school, five minutes before the bell rings. George just makes a face back.

“Babe took my Galileo costume.” He says, and Perconte snorts, turning on his heel to follow George down to the classroom.

“Hence the turtleneck.” He says dryly, styrofoam cup of coffee in hand. “I didn’t even know you had a turtleneck.”

“I don't.” George says, patting down his pockets for his ID and key. “It’s Joe’s. I think I looked about two seconds away from crying, so he just let me take it. Which, humiliating, but at least I have it now.” Perco snorts.

“They're gonna have no clue who you're dressed as. You realize that, right?”

George opens the door to his classroom and only turns around again to flip off Perconte with his index finger, because he likes his job and doesn't want to lose it.

Perconte just laughs at him.

None of the kids have any clue who Carl Sagan is, but at least 30% of them have heard of Galileo.

George's revenge on Babe will be swift, but brutal.

Babe goes home at 4:30, but George has to stay until six until he gets his license back, because Joe doesn't get off work until 5:45.

So. He has plenty of time for vengeance.

Vengeance, in this case, consists of unlocking Babe’s classroom door (the bastard had taken the costume home with him, because of course he did) and putting tacks on his chair.

George feels vaguely like one of his kids as he comes out of the school, bag slung over his shoulder. The one difference would probably be that Joe doesn’t wait at the door of the school and hold his hand as they walk back to his truck, but that would be weird, so.

“Hey, roomie.” George greets him as he gets into the passenger's seat, shoving his bag somewhere behind him blindly. “How’s the car doctor?”

“The kids are rubbing off on you.” Joe informs him. George waves a hand absently, closing his eyes and letting his head hit the headrest.

“No one knew who Carl Sagan was.” He says. Joe hums.

“Look forward to career day.” He offers, and George turns his cheek against the headrest to raise an eyebrow.

“You remember career day?” He asks, rather surprised, and Joe huffs. He keeps his eyes on the road, and streetlights wash his face in bloody light.

“Well, yeah.” He says dryly. “You made me come in and talk last year.” George turns to face forward again.

“Oh,” He says. He doesn’t remember that. It’s quiet, for a while. George is rather exhausted, even after he overslept, so he’s not really in the mood to ramble.

Joe must not be used to it, because he clears his throat. “I could come in this year, too, if you like.” He says. George’s chest feels warm.

“Yeah.” He says, and turns to watch Joe’s profile some more. “I’d like that.”

Sometimes George thinks there might be something between him and Joe, but he usually just chalks that up to roommate stereotypicality and leaves it at that.

“Thanks, for, you know.” He says, waving his hand vaguely, as Joe locks the door to their apartment behind him. “Letting me borrow your turtleneck. And dropping me off and picking me up at work for, like, the past four weeks. And for coming to the school on career day. And not murdering me in my sleep.”

Joe huffs. It’s as ambivalent as it ever is, but George knows it means laughter. “Yeah, yeah.” He says. “Thanks for paying rent.”

George hums as he falls face first onto the couch. “I still think you should kill Babe.” He says to the cushions. The cushions dip slightly as Joe sits down beside him.

“I’ll consider it.” He says lightly, and George grins against the afghan that had been thrown across the back of the sofa. When he looks up, half of his face still buried in the blanket, Joe’s watching him, eyes dark.

George watches him back. Joe has a nice nose, he thinks, vaguely. And a nice jaw. And nice skin. And a nice voice. And a nice personality.

“Hey, Joe.” He murmurs. Joe raises an eyebrow back, and George shoves his elbows against the cushions of the couch to get closer to him.

“Hi.” He says back, and George wants to smile at the way he says it, which is one of the most ridiculous things he’s ever thought.

Joe’s not very far, is the thing, maybe four or six inches away from George’s own face. He shifts against the couch, getting closer to him, eyes just as dark as ever.

Joe, George thinks belatedly, might be about to kiss him.

George tilts his chin up, slightly, mostly out of instinct, as Joe drops his down to meet him.

George’s phone starts ringing, and he jumps so badly he rolls right off the couch.

Joe leaps back, as well, clearing his throat and shifting to sit on his hands, and George steadfastly doesn’t look at him as he picks up his phone and accepts the call.

“Hey,” Babe Heffrons says, when he does, and, yeah. George is actually going to kill him. “Do you think Joe would be willing to come in for career day, in a couple weeks? Gene can’t and mechanics are interesting.”

“Go fuck yourself.” George tells him, and hangs up on Babe’s insulted spluttering.

He shoves the phone into his pocket and looks back over at Joe, who’s gotten up from the couch and now leans against the back of it. He sees his own thoughts reflected back at him, so he starts walking backwards to his room. “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.” He says, even though it’s 6:30 in the afternoon.

Joe nods. “Yeah,” He says, and throws a thumb over his shoulder, to where the door is. “I’m, uh. Gonna go out drinking with Bill.”

George, who’s still backing up, trips over the corner of the carpet and stumbles. “Yep.” He says, shoots fingerguns at Joe, who gives him a thumbs up in return, and flees to his room.

He shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

Huh.

#rie writes #dslkdjsa sorry this is late lenora there was a minor Emergency lmao #*pushes my modern au luz would be an elementary school teacher propaganda into this remorselessly*#anyways happy birthday!!! birthday's can be hard but at least you're not in middle school. that's my mantra #luztoye #george luz #joe toye #band of brothers #hbo war

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oosleepyfaeoo · 1 month

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A Kiss Is All I Need Masterlist

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store. Warnings: Some angst, Aegon being the wingman, she/her pronouns, slow burn, eventual smut

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Final Chapter (coming soon)

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homoqueerjewhobbit · 19 days

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Modern day Seinfeld:

George and Jerry get into an argument about why people tag their queued posts.

George: if you don't tag it as a queued post then how do you know it's a queued post?

Jerry: who cares if it's a queued post or not! I have never once thought to myself, "boy, I am glad to know that that person put that post in their queue. That really made a difference to me."

Later, George decides to skip out on his new girlfriend's experimental noise music show and stays home to browse tumblr on the toilet. He tells her that he had to get an emergency root canal.

Girlfriend: if you were getting a root canal, then how were you posting on tumblr the whole time?

George: baby, please, those were queued posts! I wouldn't miss your show unless it was a real emergency.

Girlfriend: don't lie to me, George, I know you tag your queued posts.

Later, Kramer: oh you missed a helluva show, George, she had these samples of this woman chewing carrot sticks during a zoom meeting--*

*in the b-story, Elaine (who is off carbs and crabby) has been chastised by her boss for eating carrot sticks too loudly during zoom meetings even though she swears she had her mic off and it was someone else.

#Why do I write this stuff?#Also why do people tag their queues? I genuinely don't know.#George I would skip a noise show for a real root canal don't worry pal #Seinfeld #Modern Seinfeld au #george costanza #post o' mine

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vmpkai · 4 months

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this is how i see the revolutionary set and co dressing

hamilton: wears either black, grey or green hoodies and jeans all the time. he probably would hiss at you if you put him in anything else ( just like lin, he'd wear jeans and a shirt to the mf whitehouse and you cannot convince me otherwise )

laurens: overall just dresses really casual. he doesn't overdress since that takes energy. his outfits are simple and they work perfectly for him.

lafayette: he is one of two things; either extremely well dressed, like fashion model type shit, or has no fucking dress sense at all, like he gets dressed in the dark. and yet he always makes it look good. ( he's also definitely alt in some way but i can't tell what )

mulligan: basically just wears baggy ass pants and a tank top on the regular ( he seems like the type of person who would wear shorts in winter on some elsa "the cold never bothered me anyways" type beat )

angelica: she's a dark academia girlie and they all slay. i have nothing more to say

eliza: she's just very casual, very cozy. they might be simple but they're stunning each time.

peggy: she wears anything imo and she makes it all work. also something tells me that she is a queen at accessorizing and everyone comes to her for tips and advice ( except for thomas. he's just stuck up )

jefferson: runway model. designer everything. his outfit alone will call you a broke bitch.

maddison: sweaters sweaters sweaters. well, he's always sick so he gotta dress all warm and snuggly and shit

burr: he's always in some form of suit. casual? unless that casual has a business in front of it, that ain't him. he the type to carry a briefcase with nothing in it, or like a singular pen inside

washington: dad. need i say more? ( he once showed up in socks and sandals and everyone fucking exploded. ofc he didn't know why and thought they were overreacting )

king george: he's flamboyant stylish bitch energy. he's also colorful as all hell too. i can really think of much from him aside from everything is as dramatic as he is

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lordbettany · 4 months

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A Plantagenet Christmas - Moodboard II

#aneurin barnard #richard iii #the white queen #max irons #edward iv #david oakes #george duke of clarence #elizabeth woodville #rebecca ferguson #faye marsay #anne neville #elenore tomlinson #isabelle neville #alternate universe #modern au #moodboard #aesthetics

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yomawari · 10 months

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Some modern!AU Hamilton doodles, guest starring 1776's Declaration Committee, for the 4th of July.

Background images curtesy of pexels.

#this au now lives permanently in my head #hamilton #modern!au #jamilton #1776 musical #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #john adams #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan #george washington #fanart #hamilton musical #pol #political!au

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megsironthrone · 7 months

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I Hate That I Don't Hate You (Part 1 of 2)

Based on this request: Can I request a Jaime x reader. Maybe themed around 10 things I hate about you? Her as Kat and him as Patrick. She’s a Stark and maybe they can only pair off Sansa when reader is so they ask Jaime to charm her but they end up falling for each other?

Here you are, lovelies! *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!* Also, this was getting rather long, so I've split it into 2 parts.

Warnings: Modern/Movie based AU (10 Things I Hate About You), angst, a smidge of fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Jaime Lannister x fem!Stark reader, mentions of other Starks, Tyrion, and Podrick.

Jaime stared at the two men in front of him. "Perhaps I misheard. You want me to…what?"

"Ask Y/N Stark on a date." Jaime blinked in surprise before gazing around to see if he could spot you. This was not what he expected from today. At all. "Why?" he finally asked when he couldn't see you. The young man in front of him sighed. "A mutual acquaintance wants to go out with Sansa, but Sansa can't date until her older sister does. You're about the same age and seem like the kind of guy she'd go for."

"What's in it for me?" Jaime asked. "What do you want?" Jaime let his eyes wander again. This time, he did spot you in the crowd. "Hold that thought," he replied before getting up to approach you. You friend spotted Jaime before you did and gestured in his direction. Your head snapped over to him.

Jaime supposed, up close, you were rather attractive. For a Stark, anyway. As he drew nearer to you, you cocked a brow at him. "Is there a reason I'm being graced with all your glorious majesty this morning, Lannister, or am I just unlucky?" you snarked, earning a giggle from your friend who Jaime now recognized as Margaery Tyrell. Oh this was going to cost Tyrion and Podrick. Still, Jaime liked a challenge and you were certainly a challenge.

When Jaime didn't reply, you simply rolled your eyes and turned away. Jaime walked back to Tyrion. "I do this, the two of you owe me. Big time. Y/N Stark is not a woman easily tamed." Both Tyrion and Podrick agreed and Jaime smiled. Let the fun begin.

*time skip. Your POV*

"What the hells is Lannister's problem?" you grumbled, shoving the note into your locker before grabbing your books and slamming the door fiercely. You jumped at the sight of Jaime standing next to you yet again. You sighed loudly. Why wouldn't he just leave you alone? "My problem is that my charm seems to be failing me. I've been trying to get your attention for weeks now."

"What do you want? Seriously, three weeks ago, you didn't even know my name and now you won't leave me be," you told him, exasperated. You began to walk away when his next words froze you in place. "I want to date you." You slowly turned to face him as your mouth hung open in shock. "You what?"

"Just one date, Y/N. If you still hate me after, you'll never have to speak to me again." You narrowed your eyes at him. He was being suspiciously nice to you. Aside from Tyrion, most Lannisters avoided or hated your family. Still, you'd never had anyone else brave enough to ask you out. You thought about Sansa, who desperately wanted to date another boy in school but couldn't unless you dated first.

You let out another long sigh and nodded. "Fine, Lan-Jaime. One date." The smirk on Jaime's face grew. You held up a hand to stop him from speaking, "BUT! I reserve the right to leave at any time." Jaime nodded. "Great. Pick you up Friday at 7." He jogged away before you could argue. You shook your head wondering what you'd just gotten yourself into.

That Friday, you sighed as you waited for Jaime's car to pull into driveway. "Where are you going?" Sansa asked you. "Out, Sansa. On a…date." Sansa's face lit up with excitement. If you hit it off with your date, Sansa would be able to start dating. But when your date pulled up and she realized it was Jaime Lannister, her face fell. There was no way the two of you would get along well enough.

"Jaime Lannister?" she asked quietly, but not quietly enough for your father not to hear. "What about Jaime Lannister?"

"Y/N's got a date with him," Sansa announced and you rolled your eyes. "A date?" Another sigh. "Yes, a date. He asked…more like begged, and I said yes. That's it. Nothing more." Before anyone could argue, the bell rang and you raced to answer it before any of your siblings could. When the door was open, you froze a little.

�� Jaime Lannister was a good looking guy. There was absolutely no denying that. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice before, but this was completely different. You couldn't tell what it was, but he exuded confidence and something else that you felt guilty thinking about with your younger siblings in the room.

It wasn't until Jaime cleared his throat that you realized you were staring. You glanced at his face to see that damned smirk of his gracing his lips yet again. "Let's go, Lannister. If this date's a bust, I'd like to be back home before my show comes on." Jaime laughed and offered his arm to you. You took it and let him lead you to his car as you mentally prepared yourself for a long night.

*Jaime's POV*

Jaime did his best to impress you, but nothing seemed to work. You just weren't a easy nut to crack. You didn't trust people at all, but Jaime was determined to change that. He wasn't about to fail. Not when Tyrion was counting on him. Plus, you were the first woman to not give a damn about his family's influence or wealth. It was nice.

As the night went on, however, you seemed to loosen up a bit. Jaime even got you to smile once. That was a win in his book considering how long it had taken just to get that. When Jaime pulled into your driveway after your date had come to an end, you shifted in your seat to face him as best you could.

"Alright, Jaime. I have to admit that wasn't the complete disaster I thought it would be." Jaime chuckled, his voice filling the car. "High praise indeed, Miss Stark." Your rolled your eyes, but smiled at him again anyway. Jaime continued, "Would you want to do it again?" Your brows rose a little and you asked if he was sure he wanted to go out with you again.

In that moment, Jaime swore you were one of the most adorable people he'd ever met. He had never seen you look so unsure. "Yeah. Why not? We had fun, I like your company. And your face isn't too bad either…when you're not scowling at me, that is." You playfully glared at him and sat in silence for a moment while you contemplated your answer. "I suppose one more date couldn't hurt. Just to make sure this was actually a good one." Jaime laughed again as you climbed out of the car.

Your and Jaime's relationship seemed to advance quickly after that first date. And day-by-day, Jaime became more and more enamored by you. You were so much more than the frosty woman people thought you were. Underneath that icy exterior was a warm, kind, and compassionate person. You loved fiercely and loyally. You were also so intelligent, even helping Jaime with his coursework from time to time. Your quick wit and sharp tongue could even put Tyrion to shame sometimes. Jaime found himself falling head over heels in love with you. There was only one problem. His agreement with Tyrion.

The guilt began to gnaw at Jaime the more time he spent with you. But it was only after your fifth date, when you let him kiss you, that Jaime decided enough was enough. To this very day, Jaime had no clue why he chose to confront Tyrion at school that day instead of at home. Maybe it was because Podrick was with him. But with just a few words, Jaime's world came crashing down.

"The deal's off," he told the two younger men, "I won't do it anymore. I should have never agreed to it in the first place." Tyrion arched a brow and smirked. "Could it be that my dear brother has developed feelings for a certain Stark sister?"

"Tyrion, this isn't a game. I don't care. You don't owe me anything. I was stupid to ask Y/N for a profit anyway." Tyrion didn't reply, his gaze somewhere behind Jaime. Jaime felt ice creep down his spine when, from behind him, he heard, "You asked me out…for a bribe?"

(a/n: I hope like it! The second part is almost finished and will hopefully be posted in a few days!)

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#george r.r. martin #game of thrones #modern au #jaime lannister x reader #jaime x reader #jaime lannister #10 things I hate about you au #part 1

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